They bent their bodies to the work, throwing up the water at every stroke, and the small craft went swiftly ahead, leaving a narrow wake fringed with a lace-like border of white and gleaming foam.

Without turning his head, Dain spoke.
"Somebody behind us, Nina.

We must not let him gain.

I think he is too far to recognise us." "Somebody before us also," panted out Nina, without ceasing to paddle.
"I think I know," rejoined Dain.

"The sun shines over there, but I fancy it is the girl Taminah.